Roo heard Peaches cry out. He was sure of it.
But the water up his nose must of waterlogged his brain as much as it did his lungs and throat.
Gagging wasn’t much help. He was so waterlogged a drowned rat was better off than him.
But it was all he could do.
For now.
And he knew that blast of water came from Peaches. It had that peaches and cream elf musk aftertaste that, if he had been a monster, he would of been ravenously hangrier rather than ravenously ravished. That cool crisp zing of holy water only a pureblooded elf could magic up, the painful gags and chokes blurred his vision so much he couldn’t tell what room he was in.
Just that it was brighter than the other place.
A blurry gray with some dark reddish somewhere in front.
No matter how much he blink blink blinked.
Enough that he stumbled back and back.
Peaches shrieked again. And he was sure it was Peaches. That scream. It had to be her.
He’d recognize it from anywhere.
A sensory burst would magnified the pain into agony. A power burst would risk harming Peaches and whoever else was nearby. A speed burst … yes.
He triggered a speed burst.
His gagging went rapid. Quicker than a woodpecker. Beating his head, his lungs back to their senses.
His vision was still blurred but not nearly as badly.
He could make out two peachy blondes in bright elven green getups. Behind the pair of elf girls was some block of cherry sludge. All surrounded by gray globbiness befitting the drabbest of castles.
Except above him.
Bright buttery light fouled by black blurry bramble.
He rasped. “Peaches … sorry I …”
“Not now!” Peaches said, “Remember what beats your hand?”
Ah!
Roo fainted a dodge.
Went full power burst.
Just as something hot and fanged clamped down on him. His dragon scale saved him from the fangs. From the flames engulfing him.
His brawn saving the clamping.
Crushing.
But not the long slimy tongue wrapping around his cowled neck.
Squeezing tight.
Until he grabbed the tongue too.
Triggered thrice the power burst.
And squeezed that sensitive serpent tongue several times tighter.
The shriek.
The tear.
The heat and pressure were gone.
A girly scream behind him?
His fist ended it quick.
And the flames in the form of a blurred girl … vanished just as quick.
But not quicker than his next move.